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goddess of ❝ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ ❞ ([personal profile] realistics) wrote2015-03-17 02:45 pm
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ikols: don't you want to come & play (darkness in my name)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He definitely feels that smile, running his fingers up into her hair to stroke out long strands over and over, detangling them as Verity dozes. ]

She saw how the Angels were whaling on Thor and thought, "Fucketh this", slipping off for an audience with Queen where she led her to believe she would betray Asgard. The Queen said many true things, that the heroine was an outsider above all, and appointed her as the Mistress of Strategies in bringing about Asgard's downfall. So the heroine pretended to forsake her beloved brother, who was actually sort of an idiot and believed the whole affair was real, which the heroine was incidentally counting on. She was given the Third Angelic Fleet to conquer Asgard, which she fooled into crashing headlong into Asgard's defenses because they were more the Thicko Squadron than anything.

It was as the heroine said when they insisted they had taken her in as family; "I already have one of those."

Then she hop-skipped through dead time to find Odin, and things panned out from there.
ikols: with a potion or a priest (not a spell gonna be broken)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That's why it's so important that I get them back. [ His cheek rests against her hair, a huff levering her on his chest until he sinks back down with a sigh. ] My lies.
ikols: clear out the room (feeling like i'm famous)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It's probably something to do with being my own worst enemy again. Literally, maybe.

[ He squawks, tweaking her hair. ]

You know, technically I'm a Frost Giant and even I think your nose is cold.
ikols: of the wooded nightshade (or the berries)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Spluttering, he digs a cushion out and flops it on her face under his chin. ]
ikols: to become the best yet (i'm just here)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm actually a caramel cup equivalent of a person.

[ Chuckling. ]
ikols: i'll tear your city up (tie him up)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Opening his mouth to bite the cushion, he refuses to let her keep it. ]
ikols: forever asking more (in wonderment at you & yours)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drooling on the cushion, he tosses it to their feet with a laugh. ]

I'm much better when I'm naked, for the record.

[ Eyyyy gurl eyyyy JUST SAYIN'. ]
ikols: can't wait to see the light (make a sinner change his ways)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
You're blushing! You're blushing because you thought about me n-a-k-e-d.

[ Cackling loudly, he digs his fingers delightedly into her sides and doesn't even try to hold in how amused he is, making a fuss of preening and tossing back his hair. ]

Wow, Verity. Hang on, I need to arrange myself for your viewing pleasure ...

[ Tugging his collar lower, yowza!! ]
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ikols: of the woody nightshade (for i feel the gripe)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. [ Giggling, Loki's broad smile remains. He brushes back her hair, his gaze softening a moment before he pecks her on the cheek, then noses his way to her ear. ] My hot butt says thank you.

[ So sultryyyy. ]
ikols: to every wrong thing (there's a bright side)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! That reminds me.

[ His hand waves and the view of the air bends with green light, letting him reach into a newly made pocket within the space there and draw out what looks like a pile of lumpy serviettes. ]

Concealment spell, good place to keep your keys. Or cookies! These are for you, I got them off a mutant who was also cooking weiner schnitzel.

[ He rests the napkin on his chest, unfolding it to show six (slightly broken) cookies. ]
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ikols: my dearie (what does ail my lord)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Helping himself to one, ohmnom. ]

It was, I don't think I'm his type. "Norse Errol Flynn" made him look a bit astonished, I think, especially arriving through the window for promised snacks. And that spell doesn't usually hold anything, it's for emergencies.

I just didn't want crumbs in my coat.
Edited 2015-03-30 20:54 (UTC)
ikols: & the rift (you are the driftwood)

[personal profile] ikols 2015-03-30 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't creep through, I knocked because I have manners. You were going to fall asleep ten minutes ago, what happened?

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